Primghar High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Primghar, IA)

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Learning Barb Cassidy was a resident of Denv e I d ' her up but no one answered so I continued on my jo5rney,ec1ded to call Early the next morning I took off for Colorado Springs. I was speeding down an open stretch of highway when all of a sudden I heard a siren and saw a red light approaching from the rear. I pulled off to the side of the road and waited for the friendly patrolman to trot up beside my car. When he handed me a ticket signed Bob Mulder I was struck speechless. After a friendly chat with Bob I continued on to Colorado Springs. I stopped to take a dip in the pool at Colorado Springs to cool off. As I was walking across the beach I saw a familiar pair of legs protruding from under a beach umbrella. I peeked under and found the familiar face of Don Greenlee. He was vacationing in Colorado Springs on the profits from the Greenlee Food Market. I planned my next stop to be Los Angeles, California, but it didn't turn out that way. As I was driving across the desert, who should I meet but Gary Kohlstedt. He was living in a rambling shack set in the middle of a sand dune. He hadn't reached his destination of the University of Florida but thought the climate in Nevada was an excellent place to train dancers for Leona Steffens' Chorus Line. Upon leaving this I decided to stop in and see Leona when I went through Chicago. Driving through the residential district of Reno, Nevada, I saw a sign advertising the Lonely Hearts Club operated by Chuck Fjeld. Talk- ing to Chuck, I learned that he had become a marriage broker in the Lonely Hearts Club because he thought that his experience with girls fitted him for the Job. On the way back to Iowa I met Larry Heemstra in the Rocky Moun- tain National Park. He had become a forest ranger and was spending his spare time whittling wooden shoes. I wa After visiting with all of the former seniors, I headed home to o . ,9 o J,'-fkS!. .Keg It ' ' M 461235 ai 22

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CLASS PROPHECY The year is 1966, I Jumped into my space car and took off from Ames, Iowa.- I had been staying at John Smith's Modern Motel while working my way through college at Ames. While there, I found that each unit had two maids, air conditioning and television. After say- ing good-bye to John, I headed toward Primghar, my old home town. On the way to Primghar, I saw a large crowd gathered in front of the Alta High School. I decided to drop in and find out what was going on. Once inside, I found Alta's girl's basketball team being trounced by the Primghar Ball Club. I found that Carl Anderson was coaching at Alta. He said that his team had had a wonderful streak of thirty losses. I asked him how he could possibly keep the team in such shape and he said he did it by chasing them around the gym floor. Then I continued on to Primghar, I was surprised to find that old P. H. S. was still standing. While going around the square, I saw Don Davis glancing out the window of the familiar Schubert's Clothing Store. I decided to drop in and visit the old chap for awhile. After eating a delicious meal that his wife Bonnie had prepared, I continued on my way to Robert Hagedorn's farm. When I reached the farm I found he was a bachelor. Robert in- vited me to stay at his house that night. The next morning after hav- ing a good breakfast with Robert, I learned that LeRoy Trower lived in the vicinity of Hartley so I decided to venture over to see him. I arrived at his farm that same morning to find that he was farming with his in-laws. While talking to LeRoy he told me that one of his former classmates, Harold Van Der Sloot, had a show at the television station gt1Sioux Falls. Hearing that I turned west and headed toward Sioux a ls. I arrived at the KELO-TV station just in time to see the begin- ning of Van's Midwest Hayride. Imagine my surprise when Bev Peterson an old P. H. S. student was doing the commercial for the Snort Filter Tip Cigars. I was shocked even further to find that the producer of Snort Cigars was none other than Rocky Nicholson, another P. H. S. fan. Considering myself a traveler, I continued on my way, this time heading to Denver, Colorado. On the outskirts of Denver, I saw a huge billboard advertising HGuss' Reducing Salon.H Seeing the name Gus re- minded me of an old nickname for Judy Schultz back at P. H. S. so I drove into Denver and inquired about the salon. From the description of the weighty owner of the salon, I decided to buzz over and see if it really could be Judy. The minute I stepped in the door I knew this was Judy. With the help of her ex-marine she had established a suc- cessful business. 21

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